“And you ended up where? Somewhere east?”
“Yes. I arrived in…I can’t remember. It was somewhere still under some contention between the Enforcement Brigade and the militias there. A kind group of workers offered to take me east. To Xyutar.”
Lady Riskar knew of such a place. The name sparked a chain of memories in her head – of her relocation there once Innerbridge had been expelled, of the years of inaction that followed as she and the militia watched Xyutar rebuild into a bustling city of traders and petty thieves.
And then she remembered Ralwyndr. Dishevelled, sick, and stumbling.
“We are fortunate to have found you,” Lady Riskar said. “I recall you barely spoke a word of Sikkharan.”
“A bit more difficult than Lanzig,” Ralwyndr chuckled, although the laughter died quickly.
“And it’
